At Home

Steve went back to work on Monday but was nice enough to come home daily at 1:00 ish and finish his work in the office here. I was nice to have some company. I certainly am not used to being at home all day every day AND not being able to do anything. Dr's. orders were that I could walk and that was about it. No doing anything or lifting anything over 5 lbs. Honestly, I didn't feel like doing much more than that anyway. I was told to call the Dr. office for the pathology results. The computer system that "brings" the results was down so the nurse said she would call me on Tuesday.

Tuesday - I was just getting in the shower when the nurse called. She said "All of the results came back NEGATIVE". "You just made my day", said I. Honestly, I did feel a sense of relief. Probably not a much as Steve did though. He was so happy, his face/smile looked like a 4 year old on Christmas morning. That was definitely the best news we could have received at this point.

I only had one teary moment on Saturday after I got home when Steve gave me a big hug. I wasn't expecting it and it didn't last for long. "We'll get through this," he said to me. I knew he was right.

The rest of the week I spent watching TV in bed walking 2 or three times a day trying to go a bit further each time and drinking lots of fluid. My appetite has been good but I'm only able to eat small portions, much to my chagrin.

Steve has been unbelievable. He has kept the house clean, done the laundry AND the ironing and the grocery shopping. He won't even let things pile up so I've seen the ironing board more in the last 2 weeks than I thought was possible. He even is ironing his long sleeved dress shirts. He has decided that he kinda enjoys it and says it is quite therapeutic. "Good", I say. Maybe I just "lost" one of my "jobs", DARN.